Some time later, Adam had directed all of his attention to the screen in front of him…maybe a little too much attention.

"I want some skittles, gimme a pack of menthols, and, uh, them hohos, oh I love me some hohos and I want all your money!"

"You're Adam, right? I mean I only have photos…but I could make a run to the store if ya really need those hohos."

Adam made the slow turn to face her and blushed heavily. "How long have you been there?"

"I want some skittles is when I got here." She smirked slightly and nodded, "What's a hoho?"

He stood quickly and walked over to her, "you don't know what a hoho is?"

She shrugged and looked up at him slightly, "they don't have them where I come from."

"Yeah,' Adam nodded, carefully looking her over, "I was wondering the accent…"

"Hmm…anyways, Stella asked me to drop these off before I go, so…here ya go."

"Oh," he took the box from her pale hands and smiled at her, nervously, "thanks."

"Okay…bye then." She turned on her heel and Adam checked her legs out. It wasn't 'til those legs were out of site that he realized he didn't know her name.

"Damn it." And now she's gone, and I won't be able to see her until tomorrow, and I won't be able to talk to her because I will have no reason to talk to her. Dumb-Ass.

Adam woke up on his desk the next morning, with a pack of skittles and a hoho sitting next to his head. He smiled and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at the clock on his computer and was surprised to see that it was nearly eleven.

Why hadn't anyone woke him up?

"'bout time you woke up." Mac grinned at the man who nodded wearily, "figured since you worked all night we'd give you the day off."

"You didn't-"

"I know. It was Marcy's idea. She said you were sleep depraved as it was, so it'd be good to let you 'check out' as she called it."

"Marcy?"

"You know Marcy," Mac smirked, "You stare at her all the time."

Adam groaned and put his head back down. "How much do you know?"

"What do you mean?"

He lifted his head slightly, "What'd she tell you?"

"That you looked like you were falling asleep at your desk last night."

"Oh." Adam's face perked back up, and he smiled to himself.

Mac rolled his eyes, "Stella thought you two should at least be introduced, seeing as she's worked here almost two months and you still haven't introduced yourself."

Adam blushed and Mac sighed. "You didn't introduce yourself last night, did you?"

"No, sir."

"Good," Mac nodded, "Like I said; don't get too attached."

"But why?" Adam whined.

"Because I said so. Now, since you're here, and conscious, why don't you pull up that prom for me."

And with that their conversation was over.